Birthdays are the best.
It was a crisp clean night. The moon was high and bright in the sky illuminating the grounds. The house was tall and (if it was possible) even more creepy looking than usual. The children slowly made there way up the crooked sidewalk to the heavy wooden door. A brave boy in the front of the pack reached out his shaking hand to tap on the door when...
SLAM!
The door was thrown inward the reavel a tall black haired thin man hunched over in the doorway. It only took a second for the startled children to take in the red smears around the mans mouth and the severed head hanging by its hair from his spidery fingers. One eyeball loosly hanging from its socket.
-BB pov-
I watched in silence as the annoying children ran off screeching in fear and laughter.
"You left without your candy." sigh "Oh well."
I pushed the door closed still slightly surprised at how lightly it swung open and closed. After making sure the ever surprising door was closed securly I walked over to my toys.
What kind of toys you ask? Well, toys made of freshly cut body parts of course. Thoughtfully set into a perfect U.
Why a U you ask? Well it is obvious is it not? BB is 22 and also 2+2. 2+2 is 4, but if you add 4 to 22 it is 26. 26 is 5 days away from Halloween and 26-5 is 21 which is U. Understand? Of course you do.
I love my toys. I love the fingers and toes the most. But I am not one to discriminate. Ploping down inside my U of toys I pick up my jam and slipped in exactly 10 pices of candy corn. 10 because it is the tenth month. The thirtyfirst day of the tenth month to be exact. But you probably already knew that. You probably also already knew that candy corn and strawberry jam tasted expecially dilisious on Halloween. It is true. There is no denying it and there is no argueing it.
Laying my head back against the wall I let out another sigh. This one was a sigh of content. I loved this day. I loved the toys and the jam and the candy corn and even the children.
I simply loved everything when it comes to celebrating my beloved L's birthday.
Just as i was about to reapply ten more pices of candy corn to my jam I hear the sound of feet again walking towards the door. Jumping to my feet I rush back to the door holding the head in my hand. Afterall the children seemed to get a real kick out of it.
I positioned myself next to the door ready to swing it open when it suddenly swings open on its own.
I grin in pure happiness when I see the only thing that could make this day better standing on the oherside of the door. My beloved. My L.
WOOO BIRTHDAYS!
Not going to lie though I really can't stand strawberrys nor jelly. And even though I have never actually seen jam I am going to assume it is pretty much the same thing as jelly lol.